Page 67 of Shattered Oaths

“You are so fucking beautiful, Bella,” I say, my voice low and husky as the overwhelming sensation overtakes my entire body.

“Noah.” My name is a whimper on her lips and drives me fucking crazy with the need to have her in any and all ways possible.

My hips move back and forth at a leisurely pace as I fuck her slowly, soaking up every inch of her.

I’ve never fucked someone like this before. Something about it feels different.Intimate. I don’t want it to fucking end.

Hands finding the dip in her waist, I lift her off my cock before dropping her back down and my eyes focus on the spot between us as I slide in and out.

It’s at that point my movements freeze, head dropping back. “Fuuuck, Bells. No condom.”

Never in my twenty-six years of life have I ever forgotten to wear a condom.

Until right now.

Until her.

And despite the unspoken secret between us, or the promises I’ve broken, not a single inch of me is worried about the consequences of that mistake.

Bella’s walls clench around me, causing my dick to jump inside of her, the need to move overwhelming and I grit my teeth, my eyes finding hers. “Tell me to stop and I will, Bells.”

She stares at me, cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes hooded. I wait with bated breath for her to speak, to tell me to stop, or to go and get a condom. But she does neither of those things. Instead, she uses the arms wrapped around me to lift herself all the way off before slamming back down with a force that makes stars dance in my vision.

“Don’t you dare stop,” she says then, her panted breath tickling the skin on my neck.

And so, I don’t.

I tighten my hold on her, mouth finding hers as I fuck her against the shower wall until her muscles clench, my spine tingles and the both of us go screamingover the edge into the abyss.

CHAPTER 30

BELLA

Parking my car in front of the little boutique in town, I smile through the window at Daisy where she waits for me on the sidewalk.

I texted her a couple of days ago and arranged for the both of us to go outfit shopping for Hunter and Savannah’s joint bachelor-bachelorette next week, and I figured it was also time I was honest with my best friend about everything that’s been going on.

Grabbing my bag from the back seat, I climb out of the car and lock it, pushing my sunglasses up on my head as I round the vehicle and pull her into a hug.

“Hey,” she says, looping her arm through mine as we part.

“Hey, yourself.”

We step up to the boutique and push through the door together, our arms still interlinked. “So, any idea what we’re looking for here?” Daisy asks.

I shake my head. “Nope. But I need a couple of things since I don’t have much at Noah’s.”

We move to the racks of clothing, starting at the one holding an array of denim jeans and shorts and begin flicking through them.

Daisy eyes me over the top of the rail and I raise an eyebrow at her. “Go ahead. Ask your questions.”

She sighs. “I’m sorry. I just feel like I’m so out of the loop on your life right now.”

I pick out a pair of cute mom-jeans and drape them over my arm, moving onto shorts. “I know. And it’s me that should be sorry, Dais. I just didn’t want you to feel like you had to keep things from Killian and telling you everything means asking you to do that.”

Daisy stops her perusing, giving me a serious look. “Bella, I might be married to your brother, butyouare my best friend. I loved you long before I ever loved your brother.”

My insides twist with regret at her words. Because she’s right. Daisy Bennett was one of the most important people in my life before she was ever Daisy Ashby. And she was always the first person I told everything. For most of my life this woman in front of me has been my sounding board and I hers.